I didn't shoot her. At this range, a shotgun blast would be messy.
Instead, I used my free hand.
[Flash]
A tiny orb of light exploded right in front of her face.
"Ack!"
Blinded, Elisha flinched, her landing disrupted. She stumbled as her feet hit the ground.
That split second was all I needed.
I swept her legs with a low kick.
Thud.
Elisha hit the ground hard, her bow clattering away.
Before she could scramble up, she felt cold metal press against her forehead.
I stood over her, the barrel of the shotgun resting lightly between her eyes. I wasn't even breathing hard.
The silence in the arena was deafening.
Elisha blinked, her vision clearing. She looked up at the gun, then at me.
"...You monster," she huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "You're faster than a rogue."
"I'm a marksman," I corrected with a smirk. "I just like to get close."
She sighed, relaxing her body.
"I surrender."
"Winner: Lucien Ashborne!"
